Blonde Lipstick Novels & Stories

Her lashes were darkened, and then Lovely opened her eyes when the beautician spoke. ‘Porpora...’ Lovely did not know that word, but as the beautician pushed up a lipstick Lovely managed, without translation, to work out what it meant. Crimson. ‘No.’ Lovely shook her head and insisted on a more neutral shade. Oh, Lovely wanted to be back in her cocoon—she was a very unwilling butterfly indeed—but she did buy the lipstick, and on her way back to the hotel she stopped at the boutique and bought the red dress. And then she entered the complex world of sexy shoes.

She said shaking my shoulders. The face staring back at me in mirror looked like it could be on a magazine cover. My precurled copper blonde hair fell in a soft frame around my face, my brows had been brushed out and laid obediently, a brown mascara made my lashes fuller and longer. My eyelids were painted a shimmery bronze, a matte plum around the corners, with a highlight of soft gold on the inner corners, they accentuated my amber eyes beautifully . A metallic bronze liner added some sparkle and warmth to it. A peachy coral blush ran from the apple of my cheeks blending all the way to my temples. My lips were lined a light brown and blended with soft cinnamon brown lipstick. I looked lika

The silvery tones reflect the light, resembling the stars overhead and giving my appearance a hint of celestial shine. My lips, that look a velvety hue of deep burgundy, give my complete makeup a feeling of richness and energy. Their color mirrors the gown's intensity while adding a striking pop to the otherwise dark background of my clothing. It made me feel like I represented the power and independence that characterize me, as Luna.

I certainly didn't feel welcome. A woman emerged from the pack house and walked towards us slowly. She was heavily pregnant, but that didn't lessen her beauty. She had the type of hair that I'd always admired and craved for: lush, blonde and thick, with bangs to go. She smiled, showing off deep dimples as she approached Alexander. Then he leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek, and my heart shriveled up and died inside of me. He had a wife. The woman turned to me, her green eyes wide and friendly, and she nodded politely to me. Then she turned to her husband and asked:

She muttered, looking away. I stared at her, noticing the shade of lipstick she wore. It was a soft shade of pink, like Emile's lips. Perhaps she was pressed for time this morning, she did not arrange her hair into the elaborate curls she always did. Her dark brown hair was wet and looked almost black. She bound it at her nape, and wisps had already escaped and framed her face softly.

Tables covered with glittery gold table clothes. Each table had four chairs covered with a white satin cloth. They were then field with gold ribbons. Everything looked fancy and upscale. No wonder Krystal hated my parties. My self-confidence takes a hit, knowing that nothing I had done, had been good enough for Krystal. "What are you doing here?!" The shout brings me out of my thoughts. I turned to look and find Krystal. She stares at me in anger and disgusted. As if my very presence would ruin the day for her. Her shout had attracted the attention of the guests. Both humans and wolves.

Sarah must also be a prophetess too, because how the fuck does the glitter eyemakeup look so hot and perfect on me? My deep brown eyes seem to be shining with the gold glitter eyemakeup lined in bright sparkles around my eyes, forming a perfect arrow-tipped arch parallel to the edge of my perfectly carved eyebrows. My brown tan cheeks are tainted in a faint golden brown blush, and thank the heavens, Reece didn't go over board trying to smear all the burgundy lipstick on my full lips. I told her to apply some lipgloss on my lips to give it a shine after she painted them with the lipstick, but can you believe that this girl replied me that she isn't going to do that so as to avoid the lipgloss

There is also a bronze coin, and that is 1,000 below. I took my mirror out of my bag and looked at my face to see if the liptint had been erased from my lip. When I noticed it was already erased, I immediately took the peach-colored matte lipstick and put it on my lips. I'm used to red lipstick, but I look like I'm a b*tch at our university. When I tried the nude lipsticks, I couldn’t help but be amazed. Other than the fact that I have fair skin, they seemed to suit me.

Now, this time was for makeup and I loved to make up, okay not all make up products but the lipstick was my favorite, so, I just searched for the most perfect lipstick for the party, I opened my makeup pouch in which all my lipstick was stored, it was about 30 I knew some people can think it was too many but for me, a girl could never have too many lipsticks right! But most of them were drug store brands I only had two high ends branded lipstick which I gifted myself when I started earnings from my dance shows, one was Ruby Woo by Mac and another one Mac Mehr but I loved all my lipsticks but now I got confused to choose one lipstick for my birthday party, then my room door opened and my whol

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.